I pull on up the driveway
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And head out on the highway
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And I can see them in my rear view mirror
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Hangin' out the window
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Snappin' a shot o' me
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So I pull up to the fast lane, nobody's getting past me
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And I can hear the helicopters comin'
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Drivin down the street is such a pain in the ass for me
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And God I wanna know why
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Whoever said it was painless
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Should try and be famous
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And know that I'm just livin' life
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But nothing's for free
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Let's see what they say first
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Front page of the papers
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Some days I find that even I don't wanna be me
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Just tryin' to be me
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Why don't they leave me the hell alone??
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So I'm hangin out on Bell road watchin' all the girls go
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By
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Then a hottie spots me,
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Sippin' on tequila, so happy to be alone
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No need to call the paparazzi 'cause they already got me
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Everybody's got a cellphone camera
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Walkin' down the street is such a pain in the ass for me
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And God I wanna know why
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Whoever said it was painless
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Should try and be famous
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And know that I'm just livin' life
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But nothing's for free
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Let's see what they say first
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Front page of the papers
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Some days I find that even I don't wanna be me
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Just tryin' to be me
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Why don't they leave me the hell alone??
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And I'm just tryin' to be me
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Trying To Be Me
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| Tommy Lee |
